Free Robot Adept by Piers Anthony Page A

“I am not Fleta. I can’t change the way she could.”
    “Not Fleta?” the harpy screeched, amazed. “How can that be? Thou hast her body, and the feather!”
    If this was Phaze, the truth should not hurt. If Proton, it was known already, such as it was. “I am Agape. I exchanged with Fleta. I have her body, but do not know how to use it.”
    The harpy peered cannily down at her. “It be true thou dost speak not like her. But Mach! Where be Mach?”
    “He exchanged too. Now Bane is here.”
    “Then how came a dragon near? Mach be a burgeoning Adept! He prettified my hair! Next to that, banishing a dragon be mere chick’s play, and Bane be more than Mach.”
    “I sent him away.”
    The harpy flapped heavily in place, considering that.   “Nay, I can make sense not o’ that! Why send him off, an thou helpless ‘gainst a dragon?”
    “So I could learn where I am, by myself.”
    “Surely thou knowest where thou art! Canst not see the mountains? This be the fringe o’ the Harpy De mesnes, and I be queen o’ the dirty birds, for now, so long’s my hairdo sustain itself. I be Phoebe, befriended by the mare not long agone. There be no mystery here!”
    “If you did not know whether you were in a strange land, or had had a spell cast on you to make you think you were there, what would you do?” Agape asked.  
    “Why, I’d go out and look!” the harpy screeched.   “I’d know soon enough—“ Then she paused. “Belike thou hast a point. But thou must chance not Fleta’s body to dragons! She will need it when she returns.”
    “If I had any portion of her abilities, I would use them,” Agape said. “But I am not a unicorn; I cannot change forms in her manner.”
    The harpy came down for a bumpy landing in the grass. “Thou hast her body; thou must needs be able to change.”
    “I don’t know how. On Proton I can change form, but the mechanism differs.”
    “Mayhap thou dost just need encouragement. Here, take my claw, and when I fly, do thou likewise.” She extended a filthy foot.
    “But I don’t know how to begin!” Agape protested.   “Nonsense, alien lass. Knowing be no part of it. Just do it!” She shook her foot invitingly.
    Bemused, Agape took hold of the foot. Then Phoebe spread her greasy wings and launched into the air, her dugs bouncing. Agape willed herself to do likewise.   Suddenly she was flapping her own wings. But she was out of control; she went into a tailspin and plunged back to the ground.
    “Thou didst it!” Phoebe exclaimed, hovering. “Thou hast her hummingbird form! But why beest thou not flying?”
    Agape tried to answer, but all that emerged was a peep.
    “Well, change back to girlform and tell me,” the harpy said, coming down for another crash landing.   Agape tried, but nothing happened.
    “Mayhap I shouldn’t’ve messed. I fear thou art stuck in birdform, and know not how to fly!”
    Agape nodded her tiny head affirmatively. Magic was definitely not for novices!
    The harpy considered. “It be my fault; I told thee to try. Needs must I take thee to a shapechanger. The werewolves be not too far, and methinks Fleta has friends among them. Come, bird—let me carry thee there, and we shall see.” She reached for Agape.   Agape shied away, suddenly terrified. The claw was huge, larger than her whole present body!
    Phoebe paused. “Aye, I see thou be afraid o’ me now, and ‘tis true my kind preys on thine, or at least on true birds. But I mean thee no harm; remember, I be friend to Fleta.”
    Agape realized that she had to trust the harpy. She hopped toward her.
    Phoebe reached out again, slowly, and closed her claws about Agape’s body. That foot could have crushed the life from her, but it did not; it merely tightened to firmness. Then the harpy lurched back into the air.
    She flew east, carrying Agape. The air rushed past, though the harpy did not seem like a particularly effective flyer. Probably the flight was boosted by magic.   Well, it was